章節 42: Hermione's Moment
"How did you do that?" Hermione asked, her voice filled with curiosity.
David glanced at her, realizing she was talking about the Transfiguration class. Earlier, he had successfully transformed a matchstick into a perfect needle on his first attempt, earning him five points from Professor McGonagall.
Meanwhile, Hermione had struggled for a while before managing to turn her matchstick silver, which still earned her one point and was the second-best result in class. But her competitive spirit couldn't let it go.
David shrugged. "I'm not sure," he admitted. "I've never studied it before, but when I cast the spell, it felt... natural. Like it was second nature to me."
Hermione blinked in surprise. "Really? That's amazing!"
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The buzz of conversation died down as the class noticed a small figure climbing onto the podium. Standing on a stack of books, the cheerful Professor Flitwick beamed at his students.
"Good morning! Let's begin by taking attendance, shall we?" he said, his voice full of excitement.
As he went down the list, the students responded one by one. All was smooth until he reached Harry Potter's name.
"Harry—oh, Harry Potter!" Professor Flitwick exclaimed with such enthusiasm that he lost his balance and tumbled off the podium with a loud thud.
David winced at the sound, but the professor quickly popped back up, dusting himself off. "I'm fine, I'm fine! Now, where is Harry Potter? Please stand up!"
Harry, looking shy, rose to his feet and gave a small wave.
"Oh, Harry Potter, how wonderful! Welcome to Hogwarts!" Flitwick said, practically glowing with joy. "You may sit down now."
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Once the attendance was complete, Professor Flitwick turned to the class. "Now, let's get started. Have any of you studied spells before?"
Most of the students raised their hands hesitantly. Ron Weasley, after a moment's hesitation, raised his hand enthusiastically.
"Good! Now, can anyone tell me the basic principles of magic?" Professor Flitwick asked.
The room fell silent as students exchanged confused looks. No one seemed to know the answer—except Hermione, who shot her hand into the air.
"I know!" she said eagerly.
"Excellent, Miss Granger! Please enlighten us," Flitwick encouraged, his eyes twinkling.
Hermione stood confidently. "I read about it in Adbe Wolverin's Basic Principles of Magic. The first principle states that altering the core essence of life or self can have extreme and dangerous consequences."
"Bravo! That's absolutely correct!" Flitwick exclaimed. "Five points to Gryffindor! Everyone, please make a note of this—it's essential to remember that magic cannot bring back the dead. Tampering with these principles comes at a great cost."
Once the students finished writing, Flitwick continued. "A spell is a magical act that channels the energy within us to achieve effects that Muggles cannot. A spell itself is triggered by a specific word or phrase, like so…"
With a wave of his wand, he said, "Scourgify!" and the desk in front of him became spotless.
The class watched with mild interest, but Flitwick wasn't done yet.
"Let's try something more exciting—Avis!" he cried, and a flock of birds burst from the tip of his wand, filling the room with the sound of flapping wings.
"Whoa! That's brilliant!" Ron exclaimed, and the class broke into applause.
Flitwick smiled, then waved his wand to make the birds disappear. "That was an advanced Transfiguration spell, which you'll learn later. Did anyone notice anything about the spell I just cast?"
The students looked blankly at him, unsure of what he meant.
"Spells are often accompanied by sound, light, or other visible effects. These can be dodged, blocked, or interrupted by objects or other spells," Flitwick explained. "Keep this in mind—it will be useful during duels."
He added, "Also, did you know that many of our first spells were inspired by magical creatures? For instance, the spell Disillusionment comes from the magical creature called the Demiguise."
David, deep in thought, murmured, "The origins of spells are tied to magical animals?"
Hermione turned to him. "What is it, David?" she asked, curious.
David shook his head, a spark of realization dawning in his mind. The reason he had succeeded so easily with the Transfiguration spell now made sense.
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David's grandfather, Newt Scamander, had gifted him a magical guidebook that allowed him to draw power from magical creatures. The transformation spell reminded him of how he had once used the book's illustration of the Kelpie to alter the appearance of objects.
Though he hadn't formally learned the spell, his experiences with the book had already imprinted the magical patterns in his mind. "So that's why," David thought excitedly. "The guidebook isn't just a tool—it's a teacher!"
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Meanwhile, Flitwick had moved on to teaching a basic spell: Alohomora. Placing small locked boxes in front of each student, he demonstrated the unlocking spell with a flick of his wand.
"Alohomora!" he said, and the lock on his box clicked open. "Now, your turn!"
The class dove into practice, and Hermione was the first to succeed.
"Alohomora!" she cried, and the lock on her box fell away instantly.
"Wonderful, Miss Granger! Another two points to Gryffindor!" Flitwick announced.
Hermione sat back, her face glowing with pride. She shot a triumphant glance at David, raising her eyebrows in challenge.
David chuckled softly. "Well done, Hermione," he said.
But inside, he was already wondering what other secrets the guidebook held—and how it might help him unlock his full magical potential.
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